Aya is little used to having the opportunity to set her own priorities, but she likes it. She's not hurting for any material resources, and the organization of the attic would produce those more than anything else; and she has this entire bookshelf closer to hand. So the attic, which may or may not contain ghosts, languishes; and she steadily works through the book collection. Right now she is on the third in a series of myths from the old religion; this volume is about Aelare, the trickster.
namesthesky
"Our age? Younger? Actually seventy-five and you're just comparing to how old you are now?"
namesthesky
"Okay. How'd you find out you could play yourself and fly - was it obvious right away or did you have to guess that it might work and try things?"
namesthesky
"Did getting sleeved feel like anything all by itself or were you too busy drowning to notice?"
namesthesky
"Am I bothering you with all the questions? I've just never met anybody even so much as embroidered before."
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